Siheyuan: Why is my crossing so ugly?

Today, Du Weiguo can be regarded as a small achievement. With his self-worth, he naturally doesn't want to come forward in person to collect debts, which is a shabby job that lowers his self-worth.

Downstairs of the Bank of China Building, a total of 5 flat-top trucks came, and there were nearly two hundred dwarf mules carrying knives and sticks on them.

These guys with dragons and phoenixes, with teeth and claws, were all drawn by Du Weiguo from the three major clubs of 14K, Yizitou, and Zitou.

These crab soldiers and crab generals are usually responsible for usury and debt collection. They are professional counterparts and are familiar with the road.

The key point is that when they came out to collect debts this time, they carried the banner of the evil god, and they still helped the Bank of China to collect debts.

Therefore, all the dwarf mules were very motivated, their faces were red, and their morale was like a rainbow. The machete steel pipes in their hands violently hit the guardrail of the truck, bang bang, and their murderous aura was soaring!
When Zhao Mingwei hurried downstairs and saw the horrific scene in front of him, his legs were so weak that he almost sat on the ground.

But when these guys saw Du Weiguo, whoever was in the crowd suddenly yelled loudly:
"Evil God!"

The dwarf mule, who was making a fuss, suddenly seemed to have been stabbed, and was completely silent, let alone shouting, and even held his breath.

The shadow of the famous tree of people!

After the underworld conference, Shashen's reputation in the Jianghu of Hong Kong Island is now flourishing, and he has become the object of worship of all dwarf mules, and exists like a spiritual totem.

Seeing the real person, all the dwarf mules were so excited that they couldn't restrain themselves, they breathed heavily, their eyes were hot, and they stared straight at Du Weiguo, their eyeballs almost protruding.

Du Weiguo has long been used to big scenes, so naturally he will not be intimidated by these stares, and calmly exhales smoke with a calm demeanor.

He casually helped Zhao Mingwei, whose legs were weak, and cupped his hands towards these short mules, with a calm tone and a loud voice:
"Brothers in the rivers and lakes, I am Wesley, nicknamed Shashen, and this is Director Zhao Mingwei of the Bank of China, my friend.

You are following him to ask for debts today, you don’t have to be soft when you see anyone, as long as you don’t pay me, I will use all eighteen martial arts, please. "

One stone caused a thousand waves!

As soon as Du Weiguo's words fell, the stunned short mules immediately burst into flames.

"Push the street! I can help Grandpa Shashen in this life, and death is worth it!"

"I didn't say anything, Grandpa Shashen, whoever dares not to pay back the money and give you old face, I will cut him into eight sections!"

"Grandpa Shashen, I want to hang out with you!"

"Is this little boy really Shashen? He's dressed like a dog, white and clean, doesn't he look like that? Didn't you say that Shashen is 2 meters tall, ouch~"

"Push the street! You crazy line~~"

The silly bird who dared to say this was instantly beaten by his companions, and countless fists directly overwhelmed him.

Du Weiguo smiled indifferently, raised his hand, and pressed down lightly, and the scene immediately became quiet.

"Brothers, please leave the matter of collecting debts today, my brothers will settle accounts clearly, and I can't let my brothers work in vain.

50 yuan per person per day, settlement on the same day, injury management, if something happens, the settlement fee is 5 yuan, and I will personally avenge you. "

"Ow~~"

Upon hearing this condition, all the dwarf mules went crazy, their eyeballs turned red immediately, they cried ghostly and howled, and they were so excited that they wanted to die on the spot!
The salary offered by Du Weiguo is so good that there is no end to it. At present, the overall salary in Hong Kong Island is not high. The salary of ordinary workers is only more than 200 yuan a month, and the so-called white-collar workers are only a few hundred yuan.

These dwarf mules are the bottom of the pack. They are richer by the third and poorer by the fifth. After a month, they may not be able to make a lot of money.

50 yuan a day is equivalent to a monthly salary of 1500 yuan, and there is also 5 yuan in settling allowances, which is an unprecedented high salary.

Let's put it this way, if Du Weiguo offered such a treatment, he could take all the dwarf mules in the entire Hong Kong Island under his command overnight.

The skinny Zhao Mingwei, like a chicken cub, was carried away by this group of short, howling mules who were full of fighting spirit.

At this moment, his brain has been shut down. After all, he came from the north, so he knows more about Du Weiguo's details.

In any case, he never imagined that the majestic chief of the Special Service Department of Sijiu City, the leader of the country, the famous Du Yanwang, now seems to have become a mafia giant who commands the Jianghu.

At three o'clock in the afternoon, a high-rise elevator apartment in Wanchai, where Du Weiguo lives, at this moment, he is serving the pig Ye Dire with a dark face.

Dire doesn't seem to be a picky eater, and he doesn't refuse anyone who comes with sweets, sweets, bitters, and spicy food. In fact, he has his own food preferences.

Since arriving in Hong Kong Island, Dire has feasted on the food and lived happily every day, especially after eating the roast suckling pig from the Book of Rites, it has become completely insane.

It must be eaten every day, as long as it is not available, it will be bombarded crazily and indiscriminately in Du Weiguo's mind.

Today's roast pork in Book of Rites was rounded up again by Du Weiguo, not too much, only 23 in total.

The price is not too expensive, the discounted price for a private room is 150 Hong Kong dollars, a total of 3400 Hong Kong dollars, and the odds are wiped out.

This meal eats up the income of ordinary people for a whole year, which can be regarded as extravagant, but this amount of money is a drop in the bucket for Du Weiguo.

Even if he does this every day, it only costs about 10 Hong Kong dollars a month. According to his current net worth, he can spend endlessly.

Dire, a pig, has recently developed a bad habit. It actually started spitting out its bones. After a meal, the bones alone can fill several buckets. The whole house looks like a slaughterhouse.

Du Weiguo has a lot of problems, some of which are tidiness. He can't tolerate it. His house is full of bones, so he can only follow Night Dire's ass and keep tidying up.

Just after picking up the bones on the ground, Nightmare stared eagerly at the only remaining suckling pig, its tail wagging like a windmill.

Du Weiguo was so angry that he kicked its big ass angrily, and cursed unhappily:

"Ye Dire, you're almost done, or you can just go back to the woods and fend for yourself. A meal of 20 or so pigs, what kind of family?"

Dire itself has rough skin and thick flesh, and it is impossible for Du Weiguo to use his true strength, so it didn't hurt or itch when he got kicked.

The cheap swish came over and rubbed Du Weiguo's big hand with his big head, with a flattering expression on his face, which was extremely flattering.

Just as Du Weiguo was about to curse again, the phone on the desk rang suddenly. With a raised eyebrow, he swept the last suckling pig to Night Dire, and threatened angrily:
"Ye Dire, if you dare to vomit around again, I will castrate you."

This guy, Dire, actually has no gender at all. He has dual attributes of plants and animals, and has no sexual characteristics.

The reason why he became a male dog is just because he sensed Du Weiguo's physical characteristics. It is more majestic with a knife, hey!
Du Weiguo picked up the microphone and heard Lei Na's voice as expected. Very few people knew about his landline.

Apart from Reina, there are only Yixiantian and Uncle Jiu. Reina's tone at the moment is not very good, and the background is also very noisy. It seems that she is on an airplane, and her voice is muffled:
"Wesley, what are you doing? Why did you invite a group of gangsters to wander around the street, asking for debts everywhere, committing crimes, creating a disturbance in the city, even the governor of Hong Kong was alarmed~"

To be obedient, you must listen to the sound, Du Weiguo lazily leaned on the sofa, a smirk with deep meaning appeared on the corner of his mouth, and his tone was teasing:
"What's the matter? It's only natural to pay back the debt. Did this touch your heart again, or did you offend some other big shot?"

Reina was silent for a while, and then said in a deep voice:

"Wesley, you also know that the situation in the north is special now, and it is a troubled time, such a reasonable and legitimate business collection.

It is completely possible to follow the normal process and let the authorities intervene, or I can also help mediate one or two, there is no need to make it so ugly. "

Du Weiguo sneered:
"Oh, Lei Na, burning newspapers at the grave, what are you fooling? Do you think the Bank of China will go through the normal process?

It is because of the special situation in the north that all these monsters and ghosts have jumped out, and they have come to me when they have nowhere to ask. "

Reina was silent again, through the phone, she could hear her gnashing of teeth, and it took a long time before she spoke again, her voice getting deeper and deeper:
"Wesley, Cheung Kong and the Freemasonry have a very close relationship. You don't want to bring the war to Hong Kong Island, do you?"

Hearing this, Du Weiguo grinned, which was reasonable but unexpected, with a playful tone:

"I'm dying, it doesn't matter, I can fight anywhere, Reina, tell Bourne for me, if his skin is itchy, just let him come here!"

There were thorns in Du Weiguo's words, and Lei Na was annoyed, her voice was very depressed:

"Wesley, I've told you many times that I'm not a running dog of the Freemasonry, let alone your enemy. My position is that I just don't want you to make too many enemies and get burned."

Du Weiguo's eyes were heavy, and his tone was faint:

"Leina, I believe you are not a Freemason, but you dare to say that the Bank of China was maliciously defaulted on the loan, you know nothing?
Do you dare to say that the Hong Kong Island officials have not deliberately shirked their inaction here?To put it bluntly, England's position is that it is an enemy rather than a friend, and it can't wait to add insult to injury. "

Du Weiguo tore off this layer of window paper straight away, and the fact is the same, since Yingjili's spine was broken by a German mustache in World War II.

He has become a bereaved dog, with nothing but appearances, and has always played the role of Citigroup's servant, working together and colluding.

Although Lei Na has a lot of power, but speaking of Po Datian, she is just a spy chief, and she is completely powerless and unable to influence the political orientation between countries.

Lei Na was speechless for a long time, and Du Weiguo didn't speak immediately, but lit a cigarette, and after slowly exhaling the smoke, his tone was sonorous:

"Leina, you should be very clear about my position. To put it bluntly, the matter of the Bank of China is not about money at all, but a temptation related to the bottom line.

I will never condone any malice against the north, especially when it comes to dignity. I will do my best, even if I am smashed to pieces. "

Reina sighed, her voice was a little hoarse: "Wesley, what do you want to do then?"

Du Weiguo's tone was harsh:
"Leina, Hong Kong Island is your domain after all, I will not look at the face of the monks and the face of the Buddha, I will not mess around, let these stupid dogs pay back the money quickly, and naturally we will live in peace.

However, if someone wants to take advantage of the situation to bully others, and try to fish in troubled waters, I will never be soft. I will see how many heads the Freemasonry has for me to chop off. "

As evening approached, the sky was full of morning glow, and hundreds of foolish, red-faced gangsters, holding knives and sticks, surrounded Zhao Mingwei and swaggered through the market.

This group of evil-acting and evil-looking guys are like quiet street tigers. Wherever they go, the crowd avoids them, the shops are closed, and there is a burst of chaos.

One of them was a burly man named Fat Lion, he was in charge of Hezi, and he was holding Zhao Mingwei's neck at this moment, yelling and foaming.

"Hit the street! Viagra, do you know? I, Fat Lion, is 30 years old this year and has been in the business of collecting bills for 13 years.

Today is the happiest day of my life, cool!Did you see the faces of those gangsters from Cheung Kong just now? "

A tall, bearded guy next to him was also beaming, and excitedly interjected:

"That's right, this group of killers rushed to the street, usually relying on the power of foreign devils, with their nostrils turned upside down, and they didn't even look at us.

Today, everyone was scared like a quail. They didn't dare to fart. They obediently spit out the money and worked with the Shashen. It was so majestic. "

The fat lion whitened his beard angrily, and said in a disdainful tone:

"Big Mao, I have always disliked you, but it's rare that you said something human today! Forget it, next time I fall into my hands, I will let you go."

This big hair is the manager of 14K. As the saying goes, colleagues are enemies. He and Fat Lion used to fight over land and customers.

Dazai and Ji, this is not empty talk, you must know that the headquarters of the initials of Heji is a Hong boxing gym.

The horse boy with the prefix is ​​also the most you can fight in the whole Hong Kong Island. This is also recognized. When facing the fat lion, Da Mao has been beaten a lot.

He was somewhat afraid of the fat lion, but with so many people present, he was too embarrassed to show his timidity, so he replied with a stiff neck:
"Fat Lion, you are so arrogant, you think I'm afraid of you! We are all disciples of God Sha, God Sha, the old man said that fighting with weapons in the street is not allowed, otherwise, hum!"

The fat lion has a violent temper and can't be provoked the most. When he heard this, his eyes narrowed immediately, and he stretched out his finger to point at the big hair. Just as he was about to exhale the fragrance, Zhao Mingwei held down his arm.

Zhao Mingwei's thin cheeks were flushed at the moment, his eyes were a little red, and he staggered as he walked, as if he was drunk.

High-spirited, he changed from his previous submissive and frail scholarly appearance, and even carried a hint of gangster spirit to some extent.

He really exhaled and raised his eyebrows today, all the lumps accumulated in his chest before were gone, and he was so happy that he wished to raise his head to the sky and howl.

Today, he went to three places with these idle dwarf mules, and the first one he went to was Mr. Li's Changjiang Industrial.

The process of collecting the accounts was surprisingly smooth, with no conflict at all, and even the principal with interest, a total of more than 3400 million Hong Kong dollars had to be returned. Zhao Mingwei was like falling into the clouds, like a dream but not a dream.

Zhao Mingwei was thin and weak, and he tried his best to hold down the fat lion's arm, which was almost as thick as his thigh, and shouted loudly:
"Brother Fat Lion, we are all our own people, what are you making trouble about? Brother Big Mao is right, no matter which prefix you mixed up before.

At least today, at this very moment, they are all disciples of the Sha God, fighting against each other, but it is a big taboo in the world, especially working for the Sha God, and you dare to mess around, how many brains do you have? "

The fat lion, a tall man with a hide, was actually won over by Zhao Mingwei, who was like a little chicken, and scratched his head embarrassingly:
"Hey, Viagra, you taught me the right lesson. I don't dare to embarrass God Sha. By the way, you and his old man are friends. Will he open a incense hall and plant a flag in Hong Kong Island in the future?"

The fat lion asked all the short mules present the questions hidden in their hearts. The lively scene was instantly quiet, and a needle could be heard. In fact, even if they didn't have today's experience, everyone wanted to worship under the evil spirit.

This is not only a matter of prestige, but also has real benefits. After Mad Cow followed Sha Shen, he jumped from a lame horse boy to the general agent of flour in Hong Kong Island, making money and making money.

Not only him, but the dozens of young men that Mad Cow recruited in Hong Kong Island can also get thousands of dollars every month, which makes all the short mules scratch their hearts and livers with jealousy.

Zhao Mingwei smiled wryly, with a melancholy tone:
"Brothers, do you think that a person like Shashen, who descended from the mortal world, will really become friends with me?"

Everyone was stunned. Zhao Mingwei looked into the distance with a desolate tone and a lonely expression:

"Mr. Wesley is a real god, but he just cared about his love and gave me a little face, mortals like us.

In this life, being able to form such a good relationship with your husband is already a rare blessing, and it is an extravagant wish to covet anything else. "

At this moment, Du Weiguo, who had already put on the halo of the gods, was without image, slumped on the sofa in a daze.

His eyes were dull, his mind was wandering, and the cigarette dangling from his mouth had already accumulated a long section of soot, suddenly unknown.

The talk with Reina just broke up unhappy, and the unbreakable relationship between each other has once again caused a deep crack because of the Freemasonry.

This is also a helpless thing. After all, Lei Na is the special service director of MI[-] in England, and she has a position. Even if she likes Du Weiguo in her heart, she can't betray the country for him.

The influence of the Freemasonry is really terrifying, its tentacles are almost everywhere in every corner of all walks of life. I didn't know anything before because the level was too low.

When his status rose to a certain height, Du Weiguo discovered to his surprise that the Kiwanis were almost everywhere, especially in the business field, like a shady curtain covering the sky and airtight.

"Ring Ling Ling ~"

The phone on the coffee table rang suddenly, interrupting Du Weiguo's thoughts, thinking it was Lei Na again, Du Weiguo answered impatiently, with a cold tone:

"What's the matter?"

On the other end of the phone, Uncle Jiu's steady voice sounded:
"Wesley, it's me, Feng Jiu."

Hearing Uncle Nine's voice, Du Weiguo was a little surprised, but he was relieved after thinking about it. The last time he was lame, he did tell him the phone number.

However, Uncle Jiu has a calm and calm personality, so he will definitely not rush to find him if he has nothing to do. Could it be that he is also a lobbyist for someone?Du Weiguo asked patiently:
"Uncle Jiu, long time no see, what do you want from me?"

Uncle Jiu didn't write any ink, and directly stated the purpose:

"Wesley, I recently encountered a very difficult case, are you free?" (End of this chapter)